Dear Adam by Ava Zavora @avazavora



@bookbohemian Excellent review. Though I immediately dislike you for having seen Valiente in the flesh.

Eden smiled when the e-mail had come in that someone had replied to her tweet linking to the review that morning. It was from an “@adamagelast” – no one she recalled ever having had a Twitter conversation with. She had to log into Twitter covertly. She was at work and supposed to be typing up 50 subpoenas for a case going to trial in a few weeks.

“@adamagelast” was apparently one of her 176 Twitter followers. Hmm. His avatar showed a comic book drawing of a bald man with a big nose and double chin. Figures that the only person who would find her review interesting would be a fat, old man. But she liked his mixture of flattery and irreverence.

@adamagelast Thank you! I will not apologize. I drove almost 20 minutes just to get to the signing.

He replied right back.

@bookbohemian 20 minutes? That must have been exhausting. What is your preferred of the 3 so far?

@adamagelast The lengths I go through…My fave is The Midnight Garden, an unforgettable introduction to Grimondo. Yours?

@bookbohemian Without doubt Midnight as well. Though the 4th is supposed to be operatic & eclipse the former.

@adamagelast Eclipse Midnight? That would be a feat. Nevertheless, my imagination is wild with how everything will be tied together.

@bookbohemian And now I want to visit Barcelona. The power of literature.

@adamagelast When I went to Barcelona, I tried to envision Valiente’s world but it was hard as some of the areas are so touristy.

@bookbohemian I heard that. I have passed through but this time I’ll be hunting, book in hand, comme un geek.

Not only did @adamagelast read, but travelled as well. Eden tried to squelch the tiny stirring of excitement.

She was about to reply, but paused. This was the most she had ever “talked” with anyone on Twitter. There were other book bloggers with whom she would say hi in passing every once in awhile or comment on one of their tweets. She was only on Twitter minimally as an accompaniment to her blog. She did most of her online socializing by visiting other book reviewers on their blogs.

Her hesitation lasted briefly for @adamagelast soon tweeted her again, not waiting for her reply. As though he were prompting her. It dawned on her that this was an actual conversation.

@bookbohemian I listened to the audio book of Angel last week after reading. Grimondo was voiced in a British accent. Quite bizarre.

@adamagelast Oh, no, that will not do. For some reason, I imagine him looking and sounding like Roberto Benigni in Life is Beautiful.

@bookbohemian That’s imaginable. Were you satisfied with the ending of Angel?

@adamagelast Of course I wasn’t satisfied! What will Lucien’s fate be? He will attempt to avenge his mother’s death but at a heavy cost.

@adamagelast What ever befell Marquez, he’s obviously not dead. And that dastardly Cain Roquier – ooh, I hope he gets what’s coming to him.

@adamagelast But nothing had better happen to Grimondo in the next book or I will curse Valiente for ever after. And you, what did you think?

For some reason, she could picture @adamagelast, whoever he was, chuckling at her rapid succession of Tweets, straining against the 140-character constraint. Nothing got her quite so passionate as the topic of books.

@bookbohemian You really are a fan. I agree with all you said, but don’t worry about Grim, he’ll be safe in the palace of memories thinking up outlandish new schemes.

“Umm,” Eden heard someone say. She looked up in guilty haste, at the same time swiftly closing the web browser. No one at work knew she was on Twitter, much less had a blog. And she wanted to keep it that way. She tried not to look annoyed at having been interrupted.


It was one of the newer police officers from Santa Margarita. He had been taken on a tour of the District Attorney’s office perhaps six months ago and given the lay of the land. She didn’t recall his name, but remembered how young he looked, freshly scrubbed, his navy uniform starched and pressed, his badge shiny with ambition.

“Uh, hi.” he now said, shifting on one foot then the other as he looked at her. “Where do I return my subpoena?” He held up a piece of paper.

“Over there,” Eden pointed to the basket right next to him which bore a large, yellow sign that stated “SUBPOENA RETURNS.” She could have sworn he asked the same question last week. And the week before that.

Santa Margarita’s in trouble if he was the one guarding its streets.

“Oh,” he smiled apologetically as he dropped the subpoena in the basket. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Eden said then turned around again to face her computer. She waited to hear him leave her cubicle so she could get back on Twitter but he stayed where he was.

“Is that your brother?” She turned. He was pointing to the pictures of Dante plastered all over her cubicle wall. Dante hiking in their trip to Spain two years ago. Dante in his basketball uniform. Dante with his baby cousins.

“No,” Eden smiled. “That’s my seventeen-year-old,” she said slowly and deliberately.

“Your seven-,” he said thunderstruck, eyes bulging. His head swiveled from Dante to her then back again, face slightly reddening.

Eden felt embarrassed, for him and for herself. She should be flattered every time she got mistaken for Dante’s sister, even his girlfriend (to Dante’s horror). She wished that she could come with a flashing sign saying, “I’m 35 years old and have a son that’s almost full grown.” It would make things easier for everyone.

“Hi, Beau!” Lisa popped her head in, a big smile on her face. “Dropping off a subpoena?” Unlike Eden, Lisa loved cops. And the cops loved her. She was blonde and outgoing and everything else Eden was not.

“Oh, hey, Lisa,” he replied, his bewilderment vanishing. Everyone knew Lisa, even newbies.

“Are you going to Denali’s tonight?” Lisa asked with a wink. Eden was always in awe of how women like Lisa made even the most banal question sound like a double entendre. Denali’s was the bar across the freeway where most of the cops, some of the attorneys, and “badge bunnies” like Lisa hung out after work.

“Yeah, sure. Are you?” Lisa and Beau headed out of her cubicle and continued their conversation in the hallway, to Eden’s relief.

She immediately brought up her browser and logged onto Twitter again. @adamagelast hadn’t tweeted her anything else while she had been talking to the officer. She was surprised to realize how much she’d enjoyed their little exchange and felt a twinge of disappointment.

Curious, she clicked on @adamagelast’s avatar, which brought up his profile. All his bio said was an enigmatic “In the blue continent.” He was only following one account – hers.

She scrolled down his history of tweets. The first one he ever posted was this morning. To her.


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